
Siheyuan: The Divine Doctor Arrives, Master of Life and Death
四合院:神医降临,掌控生死
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- Ongoing
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- 2.4M Words
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- Fanfiction
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- Film & TV Fanfiction
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- 21d ago
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Chapter Six: A bathhouse lady dared to say in a public place, "A good man doesn't become a soldier?" Was she some kind of enemy spy? She'd have a death wish. Just for that one sentence, that lady was finished; she'd be blacklisted immediately.
What were the conditions? Did he come back from the military? Is merit so important that he'd spend a thousand just to eat five pounds of Wagyu beef? How greedy must the author be in real life? And his strength and stamina stats—they increased to nine after taking pills, then dropped back to six. If you can't even explain that clearly, what's the point of writing anything?
You can draw a prize for 100 merit points, and the reward is pretty good. It's not like we're starving. Are Wagyu beef and fish that important? You spend 1,000 merit points every time to buy a few pounds, and you still can't win the prize?
I felt the protagonist was pretentious from the very beginning. He had two first-class merits and two second-class merits at the start, but when he returned to the factory, his salary was less than thirty. Don't tell me he's still just a lowly soldier with all those achievements. What I dislike most is people who hide their true colors. Since he knows what kind of people are in the compound, at least put on a brave face.
Combat heroes, military doctors, elite soldiers—they saved important figures, captured enemy agents, and defused bombs, yet you give them two positions with a combined salary of only 30-odd yuan. Millions of workers nationwide, apprentices, and first-level permanent workers, excluding those, earn more than a pig's trotter. Then, you give them a ten-draw lottery.
Isn't she just a hypocrite? Giving away pork after hunting a wild boar? Unapproachable!
A first-class combat hero, holding two positions, I wouldn't even bother cursing you for fifty bucks a month. You're so spineless, you think that's all you can offer? Why do you seem to think these combat heroes you write about are worthless, disrespectful, and even despicable soldiers? You're blind!
This protagonist is definitely a bit off. Knowing full well he has a huge appetite and is living beyond his means, he still insists on eating only the finest Wagyu beef! He doesn't seem like someone from the front lines; you'd think he was the son of some wealthy tycoon.
I couldn't bear it after watching the beginning. He received all those honors, even being called a combat hero, and then came back to be just an ordinary medical worker? His two salaries combined are only a little over 30,000, which is outrageous. Going back further, it's a good thing men don't join the army. Who dared to say that before?
With such a good girl around, why not pursue her properly instead of having affairs with widows and married women? Is he despicable to the core?